Borrowing Or Stealing? Poem by Will B a Poet

I'am Nature, and I'm going to sue you,
for trying to impersonate me.
you wear clothes that steal my colours,
with beautiful flowers and green leaves,
cover yourself in my fragrances,
you set out to deceive,
you mimic my attraction,
look at me, smell me, you say,
with self satisfaction.

You don't borrow from me,
as you suggest,
what did you ever give me,
that I have not given first,
you make me struggle to give you the best,
because of your pollution driven thirst.

Until you mend your ways,
I will withold, my cornocopia of delights,
start by giving me due praise,
then sow what is harmonious and right.

Then you can borrow all you need,
whether a song poem, or melody,
just decide to stop the greed,
and with affection, remember Me.